{nicole}

the lonely sky remains on my horizon
pictures flash across the screen & I wonder
what will be left of this crazy place?
who will be there to call out in the night?
and wander the halls searching for answers
to cry & fight & remember the best and worst of others
never letting go of the past & unwilling to take hold of the future
to hide behind such a shield of anger that
spins her world out of control once more
cycling down into despair & the darkness of rage
one that feels so truly alone that she'll escape
everything and everyone just for a brief glimpse
of no more pain & the dulling of senses for a while
who will remain to judge other misfortunes
and never be silent or still? one that is so capable
of grasping love but unwilling to take that
last step and let love take hold of them.
black is her color of choice & takes hold
of the light behind her eyes when she's angered
a cold, glittering presence that yells to be heard,
yet is so unwilling to find the voice of reason that lives
inside of her. who can change this mind of hers?
who can blend the black slowly, slowly into grey
& finally light up her world with color & white?
who can trample down the walls so carefully constructed around
the heart so often torn & thrown away? someone so often
forsaken & tossed around just waiting to stick to someone who
cares & shows love in abundance. if I can't be that
person, I'll pray for that someone that can.
can overlook the pain
and get to the ♥ of my beautiful, hurting girl.